Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Can,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.